Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.